Blood Music

If you’re reading this, then we are technically in a functioning book club. Sorry there isn’t wine.

I have an unfortunate past with book clubs. The only successful one I’ve ever been a part of was for the spectacular novel by Michael Chabon; The Amazing Adventure of Kavalier & Clay. We had our singular meeting in my home with a group of spectacular friends, and it was everything I had dreamed it would be.

Whenever I read a book with the intention of being able to actively discuss it with another human, I take notes accompanied by the page number that inspired the thought. The notebook I used to log my mental meanderings for Kavalier & Clay is gone. Lost in one of my many moves. It is with that in mind that I have turned to this digital interface to hold my ramblings for future use.

I cannot recommend Blood Music enough. It’s a short novel that is so entertaining and bizarre that you finish it in a handful of days, but think about it several years after. It sets itself apart from other science fiction I have read, because the author seems to understand basic human interaction. There aren’t any moments that will realign your glimpse of the human experience, but at least the framework of the world and the interactions of the people within it is all competently assembled, allowing the author’s passional topic to glide on through. This is the second time I am reading it.

I have stored all my comments on a Google Doc to keep this website from looking as little like my pocket notebooks as possible. A tangle of words and unmoored hunches.


Ghost Fight!

Two ghouls decked
out in chains, decking
each other out in
the name of some
wispy sense of masculinity.

No hearts to speak of,
or see, but they
make up for it in spirit, turning
multiple advances into
a shocking series
of bumps in the night.

With each reach of their gossamer fists these
spectacular specters delight spectators
with four rounds of dark hostilities.